You’re with me through the highs and lows
Whether I’m shaking hands or throwing elbows
You’re with me through the parties and the funerals
With coffee or tea and mostly *****
After *** and after I eat
In cold or in heat
After I shower and before I go out
When in luck or in doubt
You help to both stimulate and avoid conversation
You’re my muse when the record player keeps breaking
You keep my hands and mouth busy
Helping me to avoid accidents
The world says I should quit you,
But how can I betray my only friend?

It’s us against the world
We partook in society’s bad habits
Just to see what was missing
But the treasure was empty
And we found each other
It was all a test
And will always be a struggle
But as for now,
We’re passing with flying colors
There must be a God
Because miracles happen every day-
When someone believes in you
And has faith in your future-
The hope that an apocalypse is just a sunset
And that mornings always bring a fresh start
There will always be tests
Always be struggles
But as for now,
We’re passing with flying colors

They want to send me to AA
Just for drinking a bottle a day
That’s nothing, I say
Compared to the Thompson’s and Hemingway’s
And they don’t have an internal divide
Where society’s poison seeps inside
And everything is left to die
Including one’s own peace and quiet
But while they’re out balancing checkbooks
I’m around balancing scales-
The two ends of a triangle
Trying to reach the ultimate peak of harmony
And it’s this imbalance which turns me to the bottle
Would you rather it be pills or powder on full throttle?
So please let me get my beer gut in peace
One of these days the new leaf will turn over

Scars
Up and down her legs
Torn apart
Her nights become her days
Her nerves are dangling by a string
It takes all her courage just to sing
Until he took her hand and said
Your earthly body is temporary
What lies ahead and what lies above
Is a body more than heavenly
And it’ll be indescribable
And it’ll be divine
And it’ll be perfect
No matter what time your body goes
So don’t fear the skin you live in
It’s just a veil from end to beginning

It’s mid-afternoon in the sweltering sun
And my mind is stumbling like a cloud
And I’m trying to empty its contents on the table
But I’m afraid of what I’ll find.
And if I stay here I’m doomed
To end up like my parents,
Looking at the same walls
******* every speck of paint
Shattering each framed family photo
With my pseudo-telekinetic powers
And if I go I’m doomed to end up a *****,
A heartsick wanderer.
Vulnerable to the forces and people after me
Staying or going won’t eradicate my fears
So what is option C?
I’ve already tried madness
And pills and alcohol
And all the quick fixes I could get my hands on
And if I fall for him,
I could collapse like a dying star
And if I don’t tell him how I feel
I might lose my place in the universal race
And have to chase him in my next lifetime
I’ve been so long on the defense it’s taken its toll
I’ve become fat and lazy and a nasty drunk
With a switchblade at my side
And my medication slows my metabolism
My DNA slows my metabolism
And I wonder how many elements I could swallow on the periodic table
And I think about the time I took speed and drank endless pots of coffee
And how much of a rush it was at night but how horrific it was in the day
And if I had money everyday I’d drink myself to death without mercy
Choking on one’s ***** has to hold some poetic merit
All accidents are beautiful as long as you’re a bird chained to the sky
Beneath outer space and God’s realm of heaven
Still no matter how much I write the world sees me as
Fat, lazy and useless-
A baby that needs to be supervised
But needs to get a job because times are tight
But the only job that doesn’t give me panic attacks
Is the job I’m doing right now
Which may or may not serve a purpose after I’m long gone
And I feel I may die heartbroken and penniless
But refuse to conform to a society that shunned me
And some believe in randomness and coincidence
But I still see in signs and symbols,
Mostly from my dreams which the devil wakes me up from too early
And the clouds no longer talk
The rabbits no longer come in pairs
But I still believe in the portal in the garden
Where the face of an ancient turtle welcomed me.

I hover
Looking for a place to land
Undercover
You won’t know me till I’m dead
Still I try to
Penetrate your force field
But even under your sheets
You’re so unyielding
But your room is area 51
And your books have all come undone
And your fortress is a loaded gun
But it’s there I like to hover
So keep me in the back of your mind
With crop circles serpentine
It’s only there where I can unwind
Until I find another place to hover
You won’t know me till I’m dead
You won’t know me till I’m dead

Summer is a time for get-togethers
And unforgettable moments-
But this is no love letter
How I miss the snow on the ground
Instead my flip-flops pound and pound
Against hard sweaty cement
Call me a little bent
But in summer there’s no time to repent
Everyone’s too busy having all the fun
I see pictures of babies and toes in the sand
But summer ain’t my season
So I ask mother nature one demand
Let me keep the sun
But throw away the memories
That I never was invited to have